Although he didn't know what Zhao Zechuan wanted to do now, after seeing the old guy's current behavior, Murong Jie subconsciously felt that the old guy's smile was so evil.
"Brother Zhao, what's the matter?"
Mr. Zhao smiled and took out his pistol, and then handed it to Murong Jie, "Didn't you really want to use this pistol just now? I'll give it to you now. What you have is called a submachine gun. In terms of power, it is still this
The pistol is big, you can use this pistol, I'll use this submachine gun."
As soon as Mr. Zhao said these words, there was a burst of sighing sounds from all around.
"Let me go, Mr. Zhao, where is your moral integrity?"
"A submachine gun is not as powerful as a pistol? Mr. Zhao, when you say this, doesn't your conscience hurt?"
"666, I am impressed by your ability to tell lies with your eyes open."
"Are you really embarrassed to deceive a newbie like this? A submachine gun will cost you your integrity?"
For a time, many people started to complain. If possible, these people really wanted to rush into the game and tell Murong Jie that they must not believe this unscrupulous old man Zhao.
Even Zhao Feiyan and Zhao Yin looked a little embarrassed after hearing what Mr. Zhao said.
Murong Yuqing rolled her eyes at Zhao Feiyan speechlessly, and said angrily, "Is this how your father brings my father to play games? I think it is my responsibility to take my father to play games in the future, otherwise, my father might
Your father will betray you in the game." Apparently Murong Yuqing was quite dissatisfied with Mr. Zhao for cheating his father in the game.
For this reason, what else could Zhao Feiyan say? He could only show a harmless smile.
However, although Murong Jie is a newbie, his ability to become the head of the Murong family shows that his mind is not stupid at all.
Murong Jie looked at the submachine gun in his hand, and then at the pistol that Mr. Zhao handed over. Just in terms of size, they were not of the same magnitude.
"A gentleman doesn't win anyone's love, so I'd better use this gun... to shoot it with some kind of gun."
What a joke, the submachine gun in his hand looks like a big killer, how could he be willing to call out?
Mr. Zhao was still a little unwilling, so he continued, "Ahem, what, you must not judge some things by their size. Have you heard of the word "short and lean"? That's what this pistol means. You are a newcomer.
In comparison, it is better to use a pistol to protect yourself."
Everyone looked at each other, especially when they heard the phrase "short and lean", many people's expressions became quite strange.
"Bah, you pervert."
"Hehe, Mr. Zhao seems to be very experienced."
"Mr. Zhao, please tell your story."
"Why can't I understand what you are saying? How come you are so capable even though you are short?"
For a time, countless barrages flew in front of Mr. Zhao. Of course, if you observe carefully, you will definitely find that most of the barrages flying past Mr. Zhao only have two words: short.
During the game, after seeing Mr. Zhao's serious expression, even Murong Jie became a little suspicious now.
"You...are you serious about what you said?"
Obviously, as a rookie player, it was his first time to play this kind of game, and he was still confused about everything in the game. Even though Murong Jie had doubts and doubts in his heart, he saw Mr. Zhao's serious expression at this time.
After that, he still somewhat believed it.
Everyone can clearly see that after hearing what Murong Jie said now, Mr. Zhao's face trembled with a smile. When it fell into the eyes of these game players, he looked quite vulgar.
"No, hey, I fell into the trap, I fell into the trap. It seems that the rookie will not be able to escape the fate of being deceived by the experienced players after all."
Many people felt sorry for Murong Jie. Under the attention of everyone, Murong Jie finally handed over the submachine gun in his hand to Mr. Zhao.
On the battle platform, because Boss Wang set it up at the beginning, the materials that can be obtained are reduced to the minimum. As for guns and other items, they cannot be purchased in gun stores. There are only two ways to obtain weapons. Just swipe the BOSS.
Second, it depends on your luck. Some resource points will be randomly generated around you, and you can get randomly refreshed weapons from the resource points.
Therefore, this submachine gun is now a god-level weapon to Mr. Zhao.
Mr. Zhao couldn't put it down and played with the submachine gun. Feeling the weight of the submachine gun, Mr. Zhao's face was immediately filled with joy.
As the saying goes, those who are content are always happy. Murong Jie was also happy. Although the size of this pistol was much smaller than that of a submachine gun, the texture of this pistol was still very delicate, which made him unable to put it down.
"Is this the magic weapon that killed Master Qinglian just now? I didn't expect the texture and workmanship of this thing to be so exquisite. I don't know which master made it. It's a pity that this thing only exists in the game.
, if there could be a pistol in reality, even if it is not very powerful, I would kill my mother to get one to commemorate it."
Murong Jie said with emotion, in fact, such an idea exists in the mind of almost every game player, but fortunately, Mr. Zhuge and the others will be able to realize their wish soon.
Mr. Zhao smiled and looked at the roaring zombies below. The man who had teamed up with Qian Long to kill the zombies had already escaped after Qian Long died.
After all, if there are two people here, then at least the zombies will not be so stressful to fight. If it were one person who had to carry these ten zombies, it would be Alexander.
Mr. Zhao smiled and picked up the submachine gun in his hand, and was about to fire a shot downward to test the power of the submachine gun.
"Brother Zhao, how do you use this pistol?" At this moment, Murong Jie's curious voice came out.
Now all Mr. Zhao's attention was on the zombies below, so he didn't even turn his head and said directly, "There is a switch on the handle, just turn it off."
Murong Jie picked up the pistol and looked curiously at what Mr. Zhao called the "switch." However, at this time, Murong Jie did not notice that the muzzle of his gun was already pointed at Mr. Zhao.
"Is this it?"
Murong Jie subconsciously broke it and heard a harsh gunshot.
"I'm going!"
Then Mr. Zhao became miserable. He screamed and the bullet hit his head.
Up to this point, Mr. Zhao still looked in disbelief. He reluctantly turned his head and looked at the confused Murong Jie in shock.